Our Monthly Trip to the ER

So it’s been at least a month since we’ve paid a visit to the ER.  You may remember the unfortunate EpiPen incident?  And the Slash-His-Head-Open incident?  And the Enormous Stomach Crisis of 2006 incidents?  Really, there are too many to recount.  We have our own room now, with our last name engraved on the door and everything.  Seriously, I’m surprised they haven’t named a building after us yet.

Out of the blue this afternoon, my son started complaining about a stomach ache.  He tends to be a bit on the melodramatic side (I have NO idea where he gets that from, ahem) so at first we didn’t think much of it.  And of course, being the puke-a-phobe that I am, my first thought was, OH NO!  The Pukes!

But upon further investigation, the pain was very low in the abdominal region, and constant in nature.  And being the stellar mother that I am, I let out a sigh of relief that The Pukes weren’t paying a visit to our house. 

Nevermind the fact that my son could have appendicitis or a kidney stone or something serious.  As long as it isn’t The Pukes, I can handle it.  Nice.  Aren’t you glad I’m not your mother?

We did everything we could to keep him comfortable, but he was writhing in pain, so finally, I looked at my husband and said, "Take him to the ER."  So that’s what we did. 

Evidently in the car on the way to the hospital, the pain got so bad that my son threw down his Nintendo DS.  Now that has to be true agony.  Because NOTHING separates my son from his DS.

But by the time they arrived at the hospital, he was doing better.  Naturally.  They took him right in and did a thorough evaluation and determined that they basically have no idea what it is.  It could be a kidney stone, it could be referred pain from his bronchial infection, it could be something he ate.  Who knows.  But he seemed to be feeling better, so they sent him home without further ado. 

Except that they are concerned that he may have walking pneumonia.  ACK.  He has had a respiratory infection for about a week, and with his asthma, that’s always a bit dicey.  But we thought we were managing it with his nebulizer.  So now we have to keep a close eye on him for the next few days.

The good news is — it’s not The Pukes.  See, there I go again.  Mother of the Year.